Domestic Geek

Today my boss hands me a catalogue and tells me to pick out three shirts that I want (within reason--some of those shirts were really expensive). His wife has an embroidery business and embroiders the company logo on these shirts. I picked a black polo, a stone short sleeve button up shirt and a long sleeve denim-colored shirt. It's just one more perk of working there. My wardrobe is going to be huge! BTW, Dad and I had a blast at the race on Saturday. I discovered I love dragsters.

I was commenting to Marcus last night about how quickly time seems to go at the new job, yet it drags at the pizza job. Since I've never ever had a job that I enjoyed much, the concept of time flying at work is a totally foreign concept. I like it. Now if only the fates would see fit to get me out of the pizza job sooner. I hate getting up at 2:30 in the morning.

Yep, the drains had backed up. Moron. The note he left said he was there until 3:30 a.m. He was probably looking for some sort of sympathy. Is it wrong that I was glad that the loser manager probably only got about 4 hours sleep before he had to be back at 9 to write the schedule? Everytime something like this happens, I usually say, "Good, now maybe he's learned his lesson and will do some preventive maintenance once in a while." I've since realized that he thrives on these dramas. He likes playing the martyr. Well, I'm no longer playing his game. The only word spoken to him today was hello when he walked in the door. I didn't ask him about the backup, I didn't tell him that his stupidity wasted my time, I didn't say a word. Jerk. Won't miss him one little bit when I'm gone. In fact, won't miss anybody there one little bit.

Would it be so hard to call my cell and leave a message informing me that there is some problem at the store and that I will not be able to make dough? I drove all the way across town after scraping ice off my windshield only to find the stupid manager and a plumber still at the store (at 2 a.m.). Knowing that store, the stupid sewers probably backed up again. Since the trees are actively growing again (roots in the line), there has been a lot of rain and nobody ever schedules routine line snaking (which they say they're going to do everytime that happens), that's my best guess. It's either that or the walk-in is broken from the roof leaking. Who knows? I was so pissed I didn't dare go in to find out what was the problem. After waiting a half hour, I gave up and went home. So, I used gas that I can't afford to waste, not to mention I could've been sleeping(which I desperately need).

I went in early because I need to make two days dough so that I could sleep in on Monday morning. Guess that ain't gonna happen.

The only thing that makes me happy is I know the stupid manager is miserable. The loser showed up 1 1/2 hours early for work this morning, so he's been there since 8:30 a.m. So help me, it's going to take all the self-restraint I can muster to keep from saying something rude if I have to see him later and he starts griping about how long he had to be there.

Just one more thing to push me out of there. I've sworn to myself that I will be out of there within the next two months.

Guess I better go try to get a couple of hours sleep. Fuckers.

Sorry 'bout the lack of posting this last week. Between working 60 hours, commuting 2.5 hours a day (mostly in rush hour traffic), sitting in front of a computer for 7.5 hours total at work and being totally immersed in a particular Harry Potter fanfic, the last thing I want to do when I get home is sit here and think of something to type. I'm also not getting enough sleep because I haven't trained myself to go to sleep almost immediately after I get home from work. As soon as I get some bills caught up and save the money to get my legal software, I'm starting my web design business and dropping the pizza job. God, it's getting harder and harder to be there every day. Especially now that I've had a taste of working somewhere that is NOT dysfunctional--where people have pride in their work and get along, where you're appreciated for your hard work, where the boss is actually competent and leads the company and where it actually feels as if I've accomplished something at the end of the day. I don't think I've ever had a job like that. It actually feels good.

There's one great perk to working at a screen printing company. My t-shirt wardrobe is going to be huge. I can have any shirt currently being printed and all I have to pay for it is the cost of the shirt. Neat, huh? It also gives me the opportunity to eventually have some portfolio pieces.

This week they gave me a shirt printed from the first file I set up as a souvenir. I had to recreate a logo and make the films. It was amazing to watch my work being printed on a shirt and it looked pretty decent, if I do say so myself.

Apparently this company has a line of shirts that are sold to be souvenirs and such. After a certain number of shirts are produced, the designer starts getting a cut. I need to design some of those shirts. If I design something that sells well, I could continue to make money even if I no longer worked for the company.

One thing has become clear to me this week, however. I need to get over my Photoshop fear and really learn how to use it. There is one designer that creates shirts for one of our clients that are absolutely amazing. They do about a shirt a week and I plan on getting all of those designs printed for myself. He submits almost perfect files that are all broken down into channels for the inks. I still find any printing process amazing. The effects that can be created by 4-6 colors floors me.

I'm starting to think the birth control pill I'm on is causing my female problems. Towards the end of my period last week, I was starting to feel better. After taking my pill for two days, I felt like shit again and it got progressively worse as the week went on. I need to talk to someone about changing my perscription and see if that changes anything.

Well, enough of this. I need to get myself ready to head to the pizza place. Damn, I really don't want to go there anymore. That place is so freakin' depressing.